The Pony Girl

The polo

I opened the glass door entering the classic polo showroom. The chill air and the mild music misted against my ear. To my happiness there was no other customer in the room as I
always loved picking clothes in peace.

There were three sales girl whom I gazed randomly as I moved to the shirts corner. A short pop haired , curly red headed and a white blonde.

Well , none of them cared to ask us anything. They threw a smile like we had just now parted to meet the other guest in the party and our eyes meets again.

Shirts were neatly folded and placed in shelf like the way you keep in your own shelf in your room. Colours of peach , pale and dark.

I pretended to be disciplined and self contained. Giving everyone a casual look. A usual thing which i did whenever we went for a luxurious place.

A kind of determination. Put it simple " A show off.

I took out a yellow checked shirt and gave a gentle stroke. But i already had a lot of yellows , so not again.

So I would pick from the rack , ask my dad and then place it back in place. It went on until i was interrupted by a tender voice.

A voice that could break my oath that could unmask me that could make me steal a smile at her.

Till that moment i pretended dignity. But Now I wanted to be myself to her.

“ I hope this will suit you better sir “ she sang. Yes her stance of words rhymed as a song.

She was the fourth. A charming young girl came from nowhere out of my sight. She stood close beside me.

She showed me a blue jean shirt mottled in white dots. The shirt was heavy though , it attracted me instantly.

She was slim and pale. Her chocolate brown eyes were guarded by thin strip of mascara.

Her long black hair pulled up in to a pony tail. Her legs danced restlessly moving here and there.

Her white shirt for instance doesn't even look like a uniform.Unlike other girls her white shirt was not tucked in , it dangled against her skinny black pant that clung on her lithe waist.

She gleamed as a girl from party. Polite and enchanting.

She made a trail by keeping the shirt against my chest.

She looked up at me and gave a wide grin. “ This goes perfect sir "

My dad swayed at me skeptically. He snatched the shirt from her grip and made it against my shoulder on his own.

I was blank and blinking. While she grinned at me.

“ Do you want this ? ” My dad asked checking out the price tag.

Hmmm I like it dad.

“ Go try it out. ”

“ New collections are coming this January first week sir. ” She said meekly.

“It's ok. Let me try this first.”

“ Gimme the shirt sir , I'll remove the tags. ”

She removed them instantly.

“Come with me sir.”

I followed.

She took me to a corner of the room and there was a secret closet amidst the hanging clothes. It could barely accommodate one person at a time.
She went in switched on the lights and came out giving me a sly smile.

Thanks I said cornering my eyeballs.

She waited outside as I changed.

I opened to find my dad waiting for me. “ Is this okay ? ”